She lifted it and tied it into a knot.
‘That is better,’ Layla said. ‘Now I can concentrate.’
She kissed him with her eyes open—not just his lovely shaft but down to his balls, which she took one by one into her mouth and sucked gently, because every bit of this she wanted to remember for ever.
He tasted clean, and she was about to give thanks for all the showers he took, but the moan from him and the slight pressure on her head told Layla he might not appreciate a break for conversation.
She was as turned on as she had been when his mouth had been on her, and she felt one hand cupping her bottom as his other hand guided her just a little further down.
She ran her tongue around the top and then swallowed him a little way down, and then more, over and over, working him with her hand, somehow imagining that the hips that bucked in her mouth bucked between her legs.
Yes, she married him—for she would never be as intimate with another, would never moan and purr in pure pleasure.
She forgot her stride for a second, coming herself as he moved in her mouth, and just as it subsided Layla got the shock of her life as he swelled and started thrusting and she felt the first splash of Mikael.
He had meant to warn her. Instead he’d been taken back at the speed and strength of his orgasm.
He heard a small gasp from Layla—and even in the throes of his pleasure she made him smile. Kneeling up, holding her mouth closed with her cheeks bulging, she was the only woman in the world who could be about to spit and somehow not offend.
But instead she took a deep breath and swallowed.
‘Oh, Mikael!’ She was truly stunned for a moment, but then she smiled. ‘That was fantastic.’
‘It was.’
‘A little more practice and I think…’ Her voice faded.
They had almost run out of time.
‘Come here,’ he said, and brought her back to his arms for their last night on earth together.
Neither wanted the morning.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
MIKAEL DID NOT SLEEP.
All night he heard the buzzing of a helicopter and wondered if it was for them—or more likely an air search that had nothing to do with Layla.
As she started to stir he kissed her head and smelt her hair. It smelt of the ocean and their time had run out.
She woke but did not open her eyes, because she didn’t want it to be today.
‘Layla?’ He turned. ‘I know you’re awake.’ He watched her smile with her eyes closed and he smiled at her too. ‘Do you want breakfast?’
‘No, I feel too sick to eat.’
Her eyes were still closed and he saw just the tiniest glimmer of moisture at the edge of them. He did not want to make this harder for her, even if it was almost killing him.
‘Thank you for giving me a lovely last night,’ she said.